The Gravity of Your Bones {Kirk/Klaus}
Jun 3, 2014 2:40:41 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Jun 3, 2014 2:40:41 GMT -5
J A M E S K I R K
I can't do it.
I've picked up my communicator and dropped it back onto the bed at least fifteen times, but I cannot physically look up his number in the database, dial it and call him. It is as if the very idea of it, the very physical notion is alien to me, which is ridiculous, when it comes to the bedroom I have never been shy. Far from it. When it comes to the bedroom, I am so well-versed that when I enter a club of bad repute, they know my name before I know theirs. That's the way I like it, the way it has been for a very long time.
I call people up for meaningless sex, not for coffee.
It's odd that I should be so nervous to ask for the privilege of just another cup. Yet, I suppose there is a similarity. I've never been more interested in talking to someone, but I can't think of any words to say.
"Hello, I think I have a crush on you, shall we get a coffee, yeah?" Fucking brilliant, that'll get him. We'll be in the sack before either of us know it. I'm a man with a way with words.
I stare at the phone for a good ten minutes, trying to weigh the pros and cons of what I'm doing, why I'm doing it in the first place. What is it about the boy with the sad eyes that makes me want to know him.
Why do my hands tremble when my chest feels firm and steady, beating as a drum, as loudly as normal. Since when did I become so afraid to hear a voice?
In annoyance, I kick the wall and then swipe my communicator up off the bed. Before you have time to think, just do it. I find his number easily and listen as the communicator rings. Then I freak out and toss it so hard that it smashes against the wall and breaks.
Ten minutes later, I'm ringing him with the archaic one that's attached to the wall with a cord on the bridge because Bones refuses to lend me his after breaking my own on so many occasions.
When he picks up I don't wait for him to speak, I forget to greet, all that comes out is, "I owe you a coffee."
There's a pause and finally an answer laced with confusion, "Sorry, who is speaking?"
"Ah, it's that devilishly handsome Captain who rescued you on the train."
"Of course, how could i forget? are you in town, then?"
(and for a moment my heart skipped a beat.)
"Yes."
"I'm sure i could find some time"
"right now?"
"Now? that's- well, er, i don't see why not."
and I'm shrugging on my coat before I've even remembered to hang up, out the door before the line goes dead.
